The Ski Trip

He had her t-shirt up and his hands on the outside of her bra as fast as he could respond. She fiddled with the button of his jeans and zipper and he, not wanting to waste time trying to find the bra clasp just jerked the whole bra up and over her tits. Her small pads distorted as the ungiving fabric was pulled over them. They reformed as they popped out freed from the bra. He wanted to play with them, but she had unzipped his pants and, finding no underwear, just slid his pants to his knees. He grabbed for the waist of her jeans, fingered his way to the top snap. He forced his hand in between the jeans and her silky panties. She fell away and out of his reach.

She was down on her knees in front of him; he leaned back against the cold counter top. She kissed his stomach on her way down and after a few licks, took him in her hot mouth. He quivered under her suckling. He could see the smooth, soft flesh of her back and her ass packed tightly in her jeans, moving up and back as she worked on him. He looked up at the light fixture and stared at the tiled walled behind her, relishing the unexpected, unreal experience. The only sounds were her slurps and lip smacks as she applied suction and then released. He pulled her hair out of its ponytail, rubbing it against his stomach while she performed her magic. He tried to figure out what he could do for her but he was immobilized and she did not seem to want anything from him.

In only a matter of minutes, he jerked to a climax--still snugly within her mouth. She continued until his last convulsion had passed, then slid off him with a definitive "pop." He just stood there, looking down at her as his last few drops oozed out. She looked up at him and smiled. He pulled her up and wanted to get into her pants. Instead, she snapped the top button closed again and reached around him for a glass of water. She gulped it down, then backed up to unlock the door. She readjusted her bra as she prepared to leave. He stopped her, as if to ask if there was anything she wanted. She just shook her head.

"Thank you," he said stupidly.

She smiled again. "This may be your lucky day."

"It would seem so."

She opened the door and walked out, leaving him standing there with his pants at his ankles and a quickly deflating erection. He remained there for at least a minute, looking down at his dick, trying to find any evidence to confirm what had just happened. A drop of cum fell on the white tile floor. He pulled his pants back up, turned around to check himself in the mirror. He smiled to his reflection, then walked back through the room.

When he got back, she was still out on the balcony with Casey. She seemed to be awfully close to them and at one point Casey briefly had has his hand on her ass. Still, he was in no position to protest. He let them flirt with her. Carrie gave him a wink when he got back in. Did she know? God, he thought, he'd really like to see and feel her rack. He felt more inflamed than sated by Kelly's act. He looked at Amber. Oh, she's got an incredible ass. He envisioned himself fucking her from behind

He looked back at his wife, now alone with Casey. She had her hand on his chest now. Fortunately, Troy was heading back out to the balcony with Amber to squelch whatever might be arising between Casey and his wife. He looked over at Kelly who did not acknowledge him but was whispering to Carrie.

His wife came back into the room. He kissed her, hoping she would not notice the heat coming off his body. He could feel a drop of sweat rolling slowly down his back. He sat down next to his wife and pretended to watch TV as he replayed Kelly's blowjob in his mind over and over.

When the other girls announced that they were going to smoke the other joint, he thought he'd join them just to get out into the cold night air. Instead, his wife said she was cold and wanted to take a hot shower. Normally he'd have jumped at the opportunity to shower with her, but he was afraid his cock would still be bright red and betray him or that she'd see the fluid on the inside of his jeans.

He decided he'd have to find some excuse not to get naked in front of her too soon. On the other hand, she'd surely be the easiest lay to satisfy his still present sexual hunger--even if his mind was on one of the other women in the room with him. "Screw it," he thought, "give her ten minutes to take a shower and then I'll take her."

Looking around the room, he couldn't help but notice that Troy had a look of disappointment on his face and Casey slumped a bit when his wife announced her departure. Yet moments later, after cleaning up beer bottles with his wife, Casey was smiling and joking around,almost giddy. Had he missed something? He looked at Kelly. She winked at him.

He followed his wife into their room and thought he heard Carrie sigh behind him. He watched his wife carefully lock the door behind them. He flipped on the TV and sat down on the bed. He rummaged through his suitcase for no particular reason and pulled out the HandiCam they had brought with them but not used...yet. Maybe he could use it with her somehow tonight. Make something to get him through those longs nights alone when she was working in the hospital. He heard her turn the shower on and the sound of clothes falling to the floor. Maybe he'd take a shower with her after all. "Never give up a chance to shower together," he heard himself say.

He was lifting his shirt over his head when he heard a soft knock on the door.

HER: The steaming water felt marvelous against her skin. It was as if she could feel each individual narrow line of water flowing from the showerhead and trace it to the specific point on her body where it made contact and massaged her. She was amazed by the amount of bubbles that kept forming as she rubbed the bar of soap. She tried to think about how she'd time her exit so that she was in front of the door exactly 100 seconds after her shower. That wasn't a lot of time to wipe off and position herself for Casey. She should have given herself more time. She stood under the shower for what seemed like an eternity, but she couldn't be sure how much time had actually passed. She sensed his shadow through the opaque shower curtain.

"Hey, the water's unbelievable."

No response.

"Get your ass in here, honey" she said louder.

No response.

"I think you'll be able to have you way with me. Right here in the shower if you want."

He threw open the shower curtain. She sensed something wasn't right but had water in her eyes. She moved her head to the side and was startled by his presence.

"I couldn't wait any longer,"

was all he said. Water bounced off her and landed on the floor of the bathroom.

Noticing the bewilderment on her face, he quickly added: "He's next door. Carrie and Kelly are taking care of him. He said it's okay."

She doubted him and called out her husband's name--but not too loudly.

"He's not here."

She waited for a response from her husband or for him to come through the bathroom door. He didn't. Instead, Casey, in his lanky, muscular nakedness stood in front of her. He was semi-aroused and looking at the water cascade over and off her breasts. He watched the water weave through her tight black bush and reform into a stream between her legs.

She blinked at him, expecting him to disappear like an apparition. He didn't. He put a foot on the lip of the tub, reached in and with surprising ease, lifted her up at the waist. Like a sack of potatoes, he had her over his shoulder and was walking out the bathroom door before she could protest. Water was dripping off her, all over him and onto the floor. Her hair was matting to her head. The water continued to run in the shower.

Outside the bathroom door, Troy was waiting for them, wearing only his shorts, carrying several large white hotel towels. He ran ahead of Casey to the bed and threw the towels down,straightening them out to create a pad for her. She kicked her feet futilely and punched him lightly on the back. The door between the rooms was closed and her husband was nowhere to be seen.

Casey laid her down on the bed and they both were trying to comfort her and assure her that "it was alright" and that "he had said it was okay" and that "just relax, and let's have some fun." She tried to sit up but Troy pushed her back down. Each of them grabbed one of her wrists and pinned it over her head against the mattress. Their strength was overwhelming and just looking at Troy's arms she knew she could never move him. She lay there naked in front of them;they waited another fifteen seconds until she stopped her half-hearted kicking. Casey was engorged and Troy's erection pushed through his shorts. God, he was a specimen, she thought as she looked into his chest and broad shoulders. She wasn't sure why she was fighting them. She wanted them. She needed them. She lay still.

As she calmed down, they jumped on the bed on either side of her, still holding her wrists firmly to the mattress. They crawled onto the bed, spreading her legs slightly with their knees so they could each straddle one of her thighs. Troy moved in to kiss her and Casey went to work on her neck, gently sucking on the skin and biting her. She resisted Troy's mouth then surrendered to his warm lips and letting his tongue into her mouth. Casey had moved down from her neck to her breast and she gasped as he took half of it into his mouth and began sucking. Troy than lowered his head and took her other tit into his mouth. They sucked her nipples in tandem, biting and tonguing her in turn. Their restraint of her arms made it all the move exquisite, as she did not have to think about or do anything. As in her many fantasies, she was free to enjoy them forcing themselves upon her.

With his free hand Troy grabbed a Walkman out of nowhere and put the headphones over her ears.

"Try this," he said as he fumbled with one hand for the "play" button. In an instant, hard rock was blowing into her head. Troy threw the Walkman over her head on the bed and went back to her tits. Casey had moved south with his lips, nibbling on her abdomen. It was a surreal experience. Being deprived the accompanying sense of sound, she was left just to watch them and feel them. She was floating on a cloud, no longer able to feel the mattress against her back or their tight grip on her wrists. Casey had slid down and was licking the outside of her femininity while Troy continued to jump back and forth from one breast to the other. She felt Casey's hands upon her thighs, massaging her with his hands while his tongue ventured into her folds.

All she heard was the pounding of the bass, entirely disassociated from the scene and the sounds of the attack she was under. Her mouth was open and she thought she was screaming but she couldn't hear herself.

She squirmed under them but that only hardened their resolve. So she squirmed more simply to escalate the assault. Troy was trying to tell her something but she paid no heed, focusing on Casey's mouthing of her. She could see the top of his head buried between her legs. It felt like he had fingers in addition to his tongue at work. Everything moved in a slow, delicious rhythm--every moment extended and isolated by her high. Finally Troy, frustrated by her inability to hear and respond to his command, pushed Casey out from between her legs, sat her up, turned her over and slid himself under her as if she were no heavier than a child. Troy held onto her hands, interlocking his fingers around hers and scooting her down on the bed.

The distended crotch of Troy's shorts was in front of her face. Troy released one of her hands and she used that free hand to pull the elastic waistband of his shorts down and over his thick cock. She dived into him, pushing her wet hair aside as it fell in clumps against his thighs. The music blared on through her head as she took him in her mouth as deliberately as the music that was playing in her head.

She had known Casey was still at her feet and wouldn't settle without more. She felt him reach in between her legs and push her ass forward and up into the air. She squatted there for him, positioning herself like a target for him, enticing him to enter. And enter her he did.

Using a finger as a probe to guide the way, he mounted her from behind and entered her savagely. She closed her lips down tightly around Troy who opened his mouth in a drowned-out yelp. She pushed back against Casey as his long manhood penetrated deeply inside her. She had to release Troy from her mouth in order to catch her breath. Troy let her hands go so that she could manipulate him manually. His cock was buttery from her saliva and she played with him expertly as her husband had taught her over the years. He pounded his head against the headboard in pleasure.

She turned her head to the side and for the first time noticed Shaun across the room with a HandiCam in hand. He was filming her as she lay sandwiched between her aggressors. She yelled something at Shaun but everyone ignored her and the music again prevented her from even hearing what she might have said.

Casey was slapping her ass and riding her. Each thrust smooth and feeling like a wave of silk running through her legs and deep into her. She panted to the quick beat of the music through her headphones. He felt so very good, bumping her body up and back, like she was cantering on a horse. Shaun was moving around the bed for different camera angles but by this point she was unfazed by his presence.

She grabbed Troy tightly in the palm of her hand. He leaned back in that irreconcilable sensation of pain and pleasure. She felt the ribs of muscle in his shaft move beneath her fingers as she pumped. He finally shot out a stream of white goo a foot into the air. Some landed in her hair but most fell innocuously onto his thigh or the bed sheets. His climax over, he quickly wrestled her hands off his cock to end the pain that had replaced his pre-ejaculation pleasure. She held on tightly to Troy a few seconds longer. She wanted him to feel her dominance over him and his now-useless tool.

With only Casey to contend with now, she bucked ever harder back against him. He tried to turn her over onto her back but mid-way through the attempted maneuver got stuck with her on her side, one leg slung awkwardly over his shoulder. His thrusts felt even more silken to her now in this new and unusual position. Shaun moved in to capture on film her artfully spread legs, and her womanhood as it disappeared then reappeared between every new push. Casey was trying to slow the pace but she wouldn't let him, forcing him to cum sooner than he would have liked and all over the outside of her ass and cunt. He finished with a few extra thrusts, but with him no longer working up a head of steam, she extracted him with a forceful push of her legs.

Shaun moved in over the bed and filmed her laying face up and panting. She felt the rush of the next song in her ears, pushing her on. Shaun, trying to hold the HandiCam, began clawing at his pants to get them down. She both hated him and wanted to screw him at the same time. He got his shirt halfway off his head and his pants to his waist. She reached up and grabbed his dick and pulled him on top of her. He dropped the HandiCam on the bed, then quickly retrieved it. She slid his dark erection in, then draped her legs over his shoulders. He aimed his video recorder into her face and filmed the fury therein. Then he proceeded filming down over her body which was bent back as if she were in mid-somersault, her calves resting on his shoulders. She clenched down so tightly he could hardly move. But he took her tautness and pumped down through her. Time stopped as she focused only on herself and the climax that built up and exploded through her body. She jammed her finger into his asshole and he pinned her roughly beneath his weight. She stopped even seeing him as she rode through the orgasm, extracting what she needed from him. Using him only as a vehicle for her full satisfaction.

Only after she had crested did she feel his orgasm within her. She rode him out, then when he was done, expelled him unceremoniously. He rolled back and off her and lay lifeless at the foot of the bed. Casey and Troy were gone. She saw her husband standing at the foot of the bed behind Shaun, staring at her in disbelief..

HIM: He had quickly answered the knock on the door, hoping to get rid of the intruder so he could go at his wife. It was Carrie and Kelly, asking if he was going to join them for the second joint. He knew his wife would be in the shower for at least fifteen minutes, plenty of time to take a few hits and still surprise her in the shower. Shaun squeezed between them and asked quickly if he had a camera because he wanted to get a few photos of Amber. She apparently was feeling the full effects of the alcohol and making a spectacle of herself. He saw the HandiCam and asked if he could use it. More to get rid of him than for any other reason, he told Shaun to "help himself." Shaun grabbed the camcorder and headed back into his room.

Amber was singing and floating around the room, complaining that she was hot and wanted to get undressed. Shaun was encouraging her but Troy was trying to get her to sit down and leave her clothes on. She'd pull up her tank top for Shaun, and Troy would pull it back down just before it exposed her tits.

He had followed Carrie out onto the balcony. Kelly was already there holding the matches, waiting for the joint. The three of them pushed their bodies together to block the faint breeze so that they could light the joint.

Back inside the room, Amber yelled something at Troy who then threw up his hands and sat down on the other bed, apparently brooding over Amber's rebuff. He just watched TV as Amber then succeeded in removing her tank top. Carrie and Kelly were passing the joint, but he watched through the sliding door as Amber exhibited her perky small breasts for the camera and danced around the room, waving her tank top over her head. She'd press her tits together to create cleavage where there was none naturally. Smaller than a handful, yet perfect on a smaller scale. Like they weren't quite fully developed yet.

Kelly impatiently thrust the joint in front of him and he took a quick hit. Amber was now standing unsteadily on one of the chairs as she wiggled her shorts down over her hips, then stopped and pulled them back up. She mooned Shaun who was capturing everything on video. Great ass, shaped like a heart, with a small tatoo on one cheek. She slid the shorts down and kicked them off. Her bush was light brown and gorgeous, her cunt barely visible beneath it.

Growing annoyed by his inattention to their joint, Kelly reached around into the room and pulled the drapes closed, leaving him in darkness with Kelly and Carrie on the balcony. Carrie took a long hit: "That's better," she said at their seclusion.

"Don't take away a married guy's fun," he pleaded.

Carrie looked at Kelly, "I thought you already had some fun tonight."

He didn't say anything, not wanting to blow Kelly's cover if one existed.

"She knows," Kelly responded.

"Well, in that case, I just wanted to thank you, that was awesome," he laughed, the pot evidently having some impact on him already.

They passed the joint several more times, without talking. Carrie had moved in close to him and he felt the warmth radiating from under her sweater.

"Kel, can you give us a minute?" Carrie directed to Kelly.

"Uh...okay. I'll go make sure Amber's okay. But I'll be right back."

As soon as Kelly was gone, Carrie put her arm casually around his shoulder.

"Smoking always makes me feel a little lonely."

He didn't say anything in response but looked her in the eyes. Up close, she had large fawn-like eyes that looked longingly into his. She squeezed her arms together in front of her body, pushing her breasts further out under her sweater. He couldn't help looking down at the stretching fabric.